they were heading over to Axehead to put a line in the water hopeful to catch a trout

the Forest Preserve Service announced weeks after the fact that it had stocked the lake

clever to sneak a huge truck and trailer containing thousands of gallons of water and trout fry into Axehead off a major interstate artery and not be detected

                                        even if the vehicle was unmarked the lake was huge and visible from the highway and the major suburban thoroughfares that ran its north and south boundaries

yet the Forest Preserves said it was so 

                                          it was the Fish God to ten year olds

they grabbed their poles and tackle boxes salmon eggs bobbers and struck off to Axehead

early Saturday mornings were meant for fishing

they rode west on Touhy four miles past the old township cemetery it had been farmland and pastures thirty years ago

they went through the Forest Preserves on a bridge over the Des Plaines River under the Interstate and out the other side south a couple hundred metres was the entrance to Axehead                

                                                                      he drove Billy nuts It’s yards, yards! Quit with the metres already.

Metres More accurate

Jesus, Joe, Yards! You live in America

                                        Billys bike would begin to wobble did every time he tried to glare at him over his shoulder but Joe purposefully hung back Billys big tackle box gripped in his hand to the handlebars threw him out of kilter out of balance

                     hed gone down in the past                                                                                                  

Joe thought Billy would learn

METRES

frosted Billys fanny

0123,  Thursday,  21  2. 20

1139,  Sunday,  23  2. 20